Chapter 12
Once this thought crossed my mind, a surge of anger welled up in my chest.
There was a saying that a dead person could turn into a vengeful spirit to seek revenge. But evidently, that was not true. It felt like there was an invisible barrier surrounding me.
Even with my enemy right in front of me, there was nothing I could do!
I could only watch helplessly as Amber claimed the work I poured my heart into day and night as her own, effortlessly receiving everyone’s praise.
Those paintings were never even meant to earn praise. I had created them as a way to heal
myself.
Over the past two years, my emotions had been in a constant slump because of Amber. I even paid a visit to a psychiatrist, who told me I was suffering from severe depression.
Medication could only manage my condition, not cure it. So, my psychiatrist suggested I either distance myself from the root cause of my depression or learn to overcome it.
I knew very well that Amber and Shane were the cause of my depression. At the time, my thoughts were so deeply fixated on them that I plunged deeper into the abyss.
Before I left the Schultz residence, I often hid in the basement studio, painting to heal myself over and over again after each wound.
I never thought that even until today, Amber wouldn’t spare these lifeless objects.
Suddenly, someone noticed the signature in the paintings. It was as if they made a huge discovery.
Back in middle school, I entered a design competition under the pseudonym “s” and became an instant sensation.
But my parents had high expectations for me then. Fearing they’d think I was wasting time on art, I didn’t even show up to accept the award.
However, my private account unexpectedly gained more followers, who urged me to post. more. I released one piece annually, and even Shane didn’t know about it.
Two years ago, I accidentally posted a new piece from my main account instead of my private
one.
Overnight, it topped the trending list. I didn’t care about fame, so I didn’t explain, letting the fans speculate.
The debate online about me was intense. Some claimed I was S, while others accused me of chasing fame. I stayed silent, and within two weeks, the matter faded.
Now, two years later, Amber dug up my unpublished works.
I had a habit of hiding my signature within my paintings. Some longtime fans easily recognized my trademark and mistakenly assumed the paintings belonged to Amber.
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